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This is a blog for CELESTE VALORIE HART, an original character set in the world of Cyberpunk 2077! I am 21+ and ask my partners to at LEAST be 18+ in return. There will be triggers and not safe for work content present and I will try my best to tag every single one but if I forget, or need to add another tag to the list, PLEASE tell me. I wish to make this a comfortable place for everyone.
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hey guess whose been in bed for literally 3 days straight. yay
tumblr’s taken a bit of a back burner approach compared to work shit and life shit lately and for that im so sorry
not HERE HERE still but um....my whole computer just forced shut down the internet browsers I had open, and when i reopened them xkit doesn’t seem to be working on any of the blogs i have open? but its still installed and updated i guess. how do i get it to work again? do i gotta uninstall everywhere?
stared at my drafts long enough. i TRIIIEDDD you guys
deluzeorphean:
He supposed physically crowding her space was different than admitting that he was living in her head rent free. It didn’t have to be rent free, but that was a conversation for another time. His eyes slid over her face, to her lips, down to where her hand held onto the towel. His hand never moved any lower than where he had touched her cheek, then he shifted his body. Both arms propped on the wall above her head as she clarified.
He licked his lips slowly, mouth opening to answer, but he paused. Considering his answer, “yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’.” His voice was probably the most quiet it had ever been.
Johnny had always been good at adaptation, he could be just about anything someone wanted him to be. Never really got to be himself though, had to be tough all the time, had a reputation to uphold. He’d never even been completely open with Alt, didn’t have enough time to let her completely in.
At his words, Celeste felt her lips twitch. Just a little. A HINT of a smile more than anything else, and then her head dipped downwards ONCE in acknowledgement. Understood. Good to know. What she would DO with that information later, well ... that was up for debate. For she hadn’t quite settled on a course of action. Though she DID take note of the way his eyes slid lower. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips at the sight on its own accord and her chest swelled with a breath she couldn’t quite let out without it shaking.
❝Might have to REMEMBER that for next time ... ❞ The blonde matched his volume with soft words of her own in return. She felt BOXED IN by the arms hovering above her head, but made exactly zero attempts to move out from the situation. In fact, her back arched just slightly without her really thinking about it and, resting against the wall purely by her shoulders alone now, her body lent towards his, bowing with implication. How had they gone from him trying to kill her, to this?
❝Course ... you did interrupt me. Could always go back in now, couldn’t I?❞ Wet hair dripped water down her still slick skin and her lips twitched upwards once more. This time more noticeably as her hand holding the towel now PURPOSEFULLY slipped just a little lower.
𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐧 , ind , private & slow 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 of cdpr’s cyberpunk 2077. oc, au & crossover friendly. game based but heavily influenced by headcanons. 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔯𝔦𝔰 ＃ｆｕｃｋｔｈｅｐｏｌｉｃｅ
i ... miss my wanda and that is dangerous.
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gonna reward myself with all my drafts done by catching up on w*ndav*sion now. lizzie paired with the farcry muses on my dash now make me miss my faith that i used to write forever ago. (aka she was the fc)
In her place, ONE HUNDRED CANDLES BURNING. Her salty sweat drips from her breasts. Her hips move and I can feel what they’re sayin’, swayin’… They say the BEAST inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, yeah…
A private, original character named CELESTE VALORIE HART set in the world of CD PROJEKT RED’S CYBERPUNK 2077. As loved by Tara. Read through guidelines before interaction. (c)
deadhunt:
;; – WHAT IS IT ABOUT CONFLICTED FEELINGS and cropping up when it’s not necessary? V’s situation is a delicate one– one that Kerry can’t pretend he fully understands, not when it’s slowly killing her. Still, there’s a little part of him that almost threatens to boil with rage, the part that is still helplessly infatuated with a dead man. The Rockerboy can mask it with a shit-eating grin, the crinkle at his eyes that he didn’t have fifty years ago, and downing his own shot before his mask can slip, a grimace pulled his lips back before he spoke.
“Bastard’s a sore loser, ‘s why. Y’here me in there, Johnny? Sore. Loser.” Like clockwork he pours again, but this time he hesitates at the rim of his own shot glass. “ We’re both real talent, just a shame he was too wrapped up in his own shit to utilize it properly. “
Celeste didn’t really KNOW the details of the two men’s past. She had only ever gotten snippets, of moments frozen in time from Johnny’s perspective so the blonde had no idea how Kerry had felt back then. Or how he felt NOW either, but she DID know it was a weird situation regardless. The long since dead best friend showing up in a petite blonde’s body? The only means of proving it, by shredding on the guitar in a way that only he knew how? God, she was LIVING it and it was still confusing.
❝Hmm maybe. But you knew what to do with it.❞ And had LIVED long enough to see it through. The last thought caused the holographic man to huff beneath his breath, while Celeste downed her newest drink. But it was true none the less. Had he been more focused on his own life, it might have ended differently. Though then she wouldn’t be here now, sitting with one of her favorite rocker boys of all time. So ... WIN WIN in a way? ❝Always had in my book. Not that it might count for much.❞
glorymerc:
THERE’S SOMETHING A LITTLE TOO real about the way she’s reacting, her thoughts and emotions going haywire and johnny is finding it a struggle to keep up. not that this is entirely unexpected, she has a way about her that can be so infuriatingly confusing, that he’s not sure how to make heads or tails of it. one moment she’s picking a fight with a maelstrom brute so big he thinks she’s gonna get her head smashed in, and the next she’s offering help to some weirdo on the street that doesn’t deserve the time of day. still, when he catches her gaze in the mirror — finding something akin to frustration there — even he is taken aback by the moment.
but it’s over before it really starts, whatever intensity he’d seen there fizzling out with her snort, and he just raises his brow at her.
❛ projecting ? ❜ there’s disbelief mingled with his own scoff as he shakes his head. she’s a piece of work, and he’s stuck with her. but if she wants to play this game, he’s happy to oblige. ❛ you wish i had any kinda fuckin’ intentions with you, kid. ❜ another scoff and he materializes a cigarette out of whatever data floats around with him, slipping it between his lips. when he speaks again, the words are muffled around the butt of the thing. ❛ and besides ——you couldn’t handle it. ❜
❝Yeah that’s right, you heard me.❞ And it’s back to NORMAL it seems. The way they were bouncing off of each other. They might not have been the TYPICAL friendship model, but it worked somehow. Had to really - if either of them wanted to live another day. At least, it was better than him trying to bash her head in on her own window. That HADN’T been as fun as this. And she had no intention of going back. ❝Oh you think so?❞
And now she’s laughing. It’s SOFT and almost crazed in a way, but it’s genuine. If only he knew. Perhaps he did? ❝You DO know what I used to do for a LIVING. I think I could handle anything you threw my way.❞ Had that been her? Could she even consider that something SHE did? Or had it all been a program, run around by her body but not her mind? Maybe, but she still felt like she could handle anything. After all, she had done pretty WELL handling herself up until this point. Might as well keep that winning streak going.
❝Not like you have many other OPTIONS anyways.❞ Did that help her case ... or hurt it? She couldn’t quite tell, but either way it had slipped past her lips before she could put much thought into it. But it WAS true. No one else but her could even see him. They were stuck together and she was the only one he could turn to. Could she really BLAME him if the intentions were there? For EITHER of them? Because how else could she explain her little moment she had just now?
mercyburned:
❛ oh ー hey, celeste. ❜ judy wouldn’t immediately jump to calling herself a workaholic… if asked. she loved what she did ー say what you would about braindances, the technology was extremely fun to play around with and it was easy to lose track of time in the pursuit of perfection. ❛ no, come on in, i’m just trying to get these tracks laid right before i finish up for the day. what you got there ? ❜
Celeste could UNDERSTAND Judy’s reluctance to leave this basement to an extent. The world outside was far too HARSH compared to the joy and pleasure one could feel in virtual. Might not be REAL but it was close enough. And HELL, when experiencing so many different walks of life back to back? Surely it was EASY to lose track of time in your own world. She smiled softly as she was given the okay to come in, and once it was GREEN LIT, the blonde set her offerings upon the desk in front of the multicolored girl. The different hues to her hair seemed to dance in the blue light as it flickered around them, and the blonde SMILED. ❝Was told you’ve been down here all day ... just wanted to make sure you got some food in you.❞
deluzeorphean:
His eyes watched the smile form on her lips, it made him more curious. He had long since stopped trying to read direct thoughts across the relic, but it continued to push emotions both ways.. if one wanted to feel them. His body turned, crowding closer to hers, as if there wasn’t a whole apartment for them to stand in. His arm propped on the wall above her head as he started to grin, “I go where you go, don’ave much ov’a choice.”
Most of the times that he’d actually touched her had been.. well, he couldn’t remember touching her other than that first night. His metal hand lifted, touching her cheek gently with the backs of his fingers. “You’re askin’ me to admit somethin’ that I can’t.”
He never thought he’d ever actually like the color pink, too soft, but he’d never really taken the time to consider the other shades of pink.
It would have been so EASY to scream and yell and make a scene, but wasn’t this more fun? After all, if they were going to effectively LIVE together for however long the two of them had on this EARTH, they might as well get along. Though she somehow didn’t expect him to crowd up into her space once more and so out rightly TOUCH her cheek.
It caused her breath to hitch in her throat and her hand to LOOSEN upon the towel shielding her from his view. It didn’t slip of course, she was MINDFUL enough for that, but it was obvious what he was doing was effecting her.
❝But if I HAD wanted you in there ... you would have?❞ A change of course, though there was no new TACTIC here. No longer was she trying to bait him into admitting what he had done. She was too distracted by the chilled metal against her cheek, touching her so softly that it was surprising. She was getting to LOST in this fantasy world they were able to have for just a moment. ❝That’s what you’re saying?❞
phantomdream:
〚 ❣ 〛 Johnny waits until she’s in the apartment to flicker into being, lines of code dripping from nothing to form squatting beside her as she drops to the ground. He feels her pain tangentially, as if through a haze, a curtain that keeps it from striking him as deeply as it does her, but he can still feel the pressure of where her head pounds, her body aches, her eyes and throat feel like they’re constricting. He’s doing this to her, and he isn’t meaning to. Doesn’t want to. His own protections are doing their best to stay away from her dollchip, but the relic is busted and he can’t stop it from making its way to every part of her being, her ‘ware.
“Sorry,” he murmurs quietly. He wants to tuck her hair behind her ear, pull her close, try to push the headache away, but there’s only so much he can do. Reaching out, he rests his hand on the back of her neck, hopes she can feel even a bit of static, a soft pressure, something to tell her that he’s here, he isn’t trying to be malicious.
❝I don’t know how much LONGER I can do this Johnny.❞ The words come out as a whine, something WEAKER than she ever liked to appear but there’s no one around to judge her. He knows what she’s feeling after all. Can feel it a little bit himself. Her mind is being REWRITTEN and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It just wasn’t FAIR. And it hurt like HELL. Sue her for being a little whiny about it in the thickest part of the pain. ❝It hurts too damn MUCH.❞
After a moment, the bubbled vision seems to calm down. The blonde continues to rock slightly back and forth despite the RELIEF of that, and her lips purse together to keep herself from crying. He may have been in her head, long since DEAD, but that didn’t mean she wanted to CRY in front of someone like him. Even if it would be justified. Instead she groans and pulls at her hair just slightly. The pressure helps in some strange way, and while the SENSATION isn’t as strong as her hair, she CAN feel his hand at the back of her neck. With her pink eyes slipping shut, she decides to focus on that. Focus on how it FELT, and after just another moment of doing that the pain slowly started to ebb. Still VERY MUCH there, but quieter now. ❝It’s getting WORSE.❞
